On the way

My sons are flying, my sons are flying
To Buffalo City, to New Orleans
And we are driving and we driving
Towards Manhattan and towards Queens.

Or Lord my dear, let you be near
Let you be near my sons elsewhere.
And I will hear and I will hear
Their voices clear when they’ll l be there.

When they land safely in their places,
I‘ll say a prayer, a grateful prayer,
I will imagine their happy faces
Lord in your care lord in your care.

April 2914


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